crisp, cold on my lips
as I exhale into it ghosts
of thoughts I never said,
but wish I did.
If only now I can breathe life
into those words,
and you would see them and know.
Would you ever feel the same?
But, I am not God
and you cannot read blue lips
from 1,000 miles away.
The stars are hiding tonight
from the phantom earth.
So, I have none to waste
a wish upon.
They are not genies
but, grant hope
to the hopeless.
I guess now that is what I am
for you.
I’ll sit in the eerie quiet
that becomes this town--
a place you will never see,
when it snows in the dark.
I will feel the cold
without your jacket,
your laugh.
I will feel all the stillness
and in it
the hollow of things
I never said
to you.